A Protector and A Hunter

Sad Tales of Lost Blood

(Viggo's POV)

I took a deep breath before pushing my cup of water to the side, looking up to meet Melia's gaze. 

"Me and my brother, Ryker, were close as boys. Well... as close as could be when he was being trained by my father and I was absorbed in my studies. When I became chief, my father was a little disappointed. He had wanted Ryker to win for he thought with Ryker's strength, he would be able to capture many more dragons than I ever could. He was wrong though. I served my chiefly duties very well, my mental strength serving me better than my physical strength. After years of providing for my tribe, our dragon hunting was held up by a teenage boy, Hiccup Haddock, heir of the Hairy Hooligan Tribe on Berk. He and his group of dragon riders set free many of the dragons I captured. It was very... frustrating. Especially for Ryker. I tried my best to keep my business running while also trying to get rid of Hiccup and his friends. Eventually, it had gotten to the point where Ryker could no longer let our tribe loose to a bunch of teenagers under my watch. He took control of the tribe by force, leaving me no choice, but to seek help from my adversaries. I was able to help them in defeating my brother, but..." I trailed off, the roars of the Shellfire dragon echoing in my ears. "Let's just say my brother's defeat was not one I favored." I finished, clenching my hands together on the table's surface. We sat in silence for a few moments before Melia spoke.

"I'm sorry for your loss." I did not look up to meet her gaze. "I lost someone of my bloodline as well though I was much younger than you were when your loss occured." Melia stated, bits of pain and emotion in her voice. I looked up to see that she was staring at the large closed doors of the cave.

"Who?" I asked.

"My... My mother." I stayed silent, watching as she turned back to look at me. "I was only a year old when it happened. If I remember what my father told me, it was during a dragon attack. The house was on fire, so my mother ran in to save me. When she got downstairs, my father was there and he took me from her arms, wanting to make sure that we were both alright. Then, without explanation, my mother shoved my father outside the house only to have it collapse on top of her. I barely even knew her." Melia looked down at her hands before turning to look at the sleeping Night Fury and Skrill in the corner. "The entire tribe blamed my mother's death on dragons, but I believed in my heart that they weren't the cause."

"How were you so sure?" I asked even though my heart told me not to. I should have listened to my heart because the next thing I knew, Melia had turned around to face me and if looks could kill, I'd probably already be in Valhalla.

"Dragons have hearts, Grimborn. I'm not sure if I can say the same for your kind." Melia growled.

"What do you mean my kind?" I asked, confused, but also slightly irritated.

"Humans, Grimborn! By your kind, I mean humans! All humans that walk on this earth are heartless, soulless, merciless, dragon killers and anyone who says otherwise should be sent to the fires of Hellheim!" Melia exclaimed, what sounded like an actual dragon growl emerging from her throat.

"You do realise that you, yourself, are hu-" I started, but was cut off when Melia vanished from in front of me and some how got behind me, slamming my head against the table with a dagger digging into the wood next to my head.

"You speak one more word and I will throw you to the Speed Stingers. If it weren't for me you wouldn't be alive and that's saying something since everyone on this island would have been glad to leave you for dead in the forest." Melia growled in my ear. I was frozen in place half from shock of how hostile Melia was right now, half scared of what would happen if I made the wrong move. Suddenly, a staticy roar from across the room sounded. "I don't care what you say. He..." Melia started, but trailed off when a few small roars came from the same dragon. Melia sighed before letting go of me, leaving the dagger behind as she started walking towards the entrie way to the hall. I sat up, rubbing the back of my neck before tensing when Melia turned around again. "You're lucky that you have a dragon on your side, otherwise I would have killed you the moment I saw you." Melia remarked before turning away, leaving me in the room with the two Striker class dragons.

<Sorry it took so long for me to update. As I've probably said before, school started and I don't have much time to continue the story. I'll try and update as much as I can and to all my fellow dragon protectors, I thank you for being loyal readers>